we werent supposed to hold hands
this accident slipped
the floor being so wet
something like the tip of my tongue glisten on your neck
id get mine
youd get yours
we followed 1 law 1 rule
and it was to never open that door
you know, that door
where we belong to each other like the air
i breathe belongs to my lungs
where we fall in love and its obvious
in the pores of our skin that we're that damn sprung
the moment came so fast and then my hand slipped into yours
and then we snapped back to reality
eyes big and shit
its getting late and you need to go
maybe we should push the stop button before
this goes into the deep
before love starts to creep and seep right under
your skin
we were just supposed to perfect a sin
a sin that began with 2 empty hearts and
fill it with the comfort of artificial pleasure
i dont want love but ive recieved it with every stroke
and frustration you grind into my back
i dont want your care
but ive got it when you simply
brush that one little strand of hair off my eye
then its eye to eye
then back to a structure of clothes back on
then the executive good bye
lights off
then lights on
back to life
back to reality
back to the formality
of the hustle but its ironic
that im writting this at work
when i was suppose to drop the feeling
so drop it
im letting it go and getting back to
my precisive plans and it doesnt involve
ever again
holding your hand....
.
Monday, December 19, 2011
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